What to Eat Don’t Eat

Eat Don't Eat on FacebookMs. SpoolTeacher has started a page on Facebook, Eat Don’t Eat, where she hopes to coagulate all the tornado of advice being whirled at us for what to Eat Don’t Eat? That is the question.

Check it out and give her your 2 sense! (yes she meant to spell it that way).

She has been doing her level best to produce her very own organic food, (formerly known as food) because she lives in an organic food desert.

And being in a literal desert poses lots of great challenges.

Aside from that confusion and continual learning curve, she is very often confused as to what to Eat Don’t Eat in the first place and therefore, what to plant. But she has pretty much concluded that if it can be grown, it should be eaten, save poisonous things and strictly ornamentals. So very many conflicting “facts” and figures.

The two videos at the bottom of this post she found lately. They seem to sum up the gist of it all very well and she encourages you to have a look see. They are great and informative short enough videos. They are also posted on the Eat Don’t Eat page on Facebook.

permaculture gardeningShe very much wants to garden Permaculturally, but she knows that it will be a very gradual process and is willing to go the distance. She found this lady who has some awesome things to say about it. This was the first of her posts Ms. SpoolTeacher read and will continue to stalk her for advice: “Why Permaculture Inspires and Motivates Me”

She also found this video of a man in Quebec, Canada who has it all together: Miracle Farms, a 5-acre commercial permaculture orchard in Southern Quebec…

Twenty years ago, Stefan Sobkowiak bought a commercial apple orchard with the intention of converting it to an organic orchard. He did just that, but eventually understood the limitations of the organic model originating from monoculture. He then decided to tear out most of the trees and replant in a way that would maximize biodiversity and yield while minimizing maintenance. Inspired by permaculture principles, the orchard now counts over 100 cultivars of apples, plus several types of plums, pears, cherries, and countless other fruits and vegetables.

Don’t miss this “miracle” of nature (oxymoron?) Nature is in itself a miracle, don’t ya think?

He likes to share his abundance with the insects and animals, (as well as his customers), because they did a lot of the work to accomplish this awesome feat; “They’re working day and night to take care of your orchard for you.”

“Problem with these plums is that you can never eat just one”, he says.

Ms. SpoolTeacher knows that problem well…  Period of Stagnation Period of Stagnation

What’s wrong with what we eat? – MARK BITTMAN

How to live to be 100+ – Dan Buettner
And here’s a great one of how mushrooms are going to save the world. Awesome video. Awesome. Talk about permanent culture…

and if all that doesn’t blow your mind, what about this… “tomato tree”. Is it possible? Is it a perennial tomato? Is there such a thing?tomato tree How could it possibly grow this much in one season?

Leave your 2 sense/cents in the comments below if you will. This SpoolTeacher wants to know. And be sure to visit and like Eat Don’t Eat on Facebook, if you will please. Thank you. (Happy Face)


Thanks Giving


“No Christmas until after Thanksgiving”, is a common refrain when the stores first start putting the displays out even as they put up fall and Halloween. But at the first signs of chill, we all start anticipating our family gatherings for Thanksgiving and soon thereafter, Christmas. The first chills after a nice long hot summer make us all want to blanket up and start the fireplaces.

Ms. SpoolTeacher is trying to make her way “off the grid” so she can accomplish her goals to live simply, live with less, make do with the least of things and have more time, not exchanging her labor for money but using her labor to effect the changes in the world she hopes to see. At the least she wants to make the changes in her own life that will reflect the values she holds, organic food grown by herself, time spent studying things that will broaden her perspective, studying nutrition and health so as to avoid the pharmaceutical fiasco, spending time loving other people and building relationships, sewing, caring for her animals, keeping her own house up.

Little Red-Haired Girl and Gertis The Mertis TurtleSo instead of running expensive utilities for heat, she just piles on more clothes. She has done this now for several years, and it is doable. A little uncomfortable, but doable.

She resents that prices keep going up on everything. Especially insurances.

She thought lately about dumping cars and getting her bicycle in gear to make her rounds about town for the essentials of her life…

But, just yesterday, one of her elder clients who hires her for housekeeping, had gotten so ill he was taken to emergency for what turned out to be pneumonia, again. He had called her up to make his bed with new sheets. When she first saw him he was grizzly with an unshaven face and mussy hair. He was laboring to breath. She patted him on his skinny little arm and said, “You feel so bad, you haven’t even shaved?” To which he replied, very slowly and labored, “I feel so bad, I couldn’t even take a shower.”

Levon HelmHe’s a handsome man, looks a little like one of her favorite actors/musicians of all time, Levon Helm but with much whiter hair.

While she was scuttling about making the bed, another friend came in and together they decided that he should go to emergency hospital. She finished her chore and left just ahead of the two of them.

It wasn’t much later that Mr. Frail Client called her, “I hate to ask you to do this, but I’m waiting for them to give me a shower. Could you bring up a pair of shorts and a T-shirt?

“Of course”, she responded. He gave her detailed descriptions of where to find and what to bring. She would need her car for that.

She no sooner got home from doing that when he called and said, “I’m sorry to bother you again, but I should have thought, I will need a pair of pajama bottoms too.”

Well, she would get one thing to him and he would think of two or three other things he had forgotten… brush, deodorant, razor; steak in the fridge that needed to be cut and frozen for when he came home; sleeping pills and more shorts and T’s for the days he anticipated staying.

She must have made five or six trips. “I’ll catch up with you for money when I get home, is that okay?”

“Of course”, she said as she thought of how she gets to be too friendly with her clients and hates to even charge them for things she does for the love of them. But she knows they love her also and want to keep her going and handy and wouldn’t think of not paying her.

But she sure did need her car for all that. So the insurance that she just changed, probably two months ago because of rate changes, has gone up now too. She sure would like to dump it. She hates (strong word but accurate), hates, hates insurance. It’s a racket and completely unfair to consumers. She thinks regulations aren’t strict enough. She’s assured by seemingly everyone that “that is Capitalism at work”. Where’s the competition if the only competition is a tiny discount to get one moved over and then two months later they raise it to “allowable increases” at the first opportunity? Maybe she'll get a Harley and ride off into the sunset

Well, she will get rid of car (or maybe she’ll get a Harley and ride off into the sunset with Old Harley-Davidson-Riding Boyfriend) as soon as she can find the right things to make with her abundance of resources (of which she wants to rid herself) and is able to sell them on Etsy or at a fair or some such way.

And she wants to write a book. Those are all things she can do without a car.

Car is dying anyway and that would require more labor for wages and a trap she could never get out of if she started that cycle again.

She marches on.

So she is giving thanks for all the things she does have that make it possible for her to keep on living the life of which she has become accustomed; off the grid, simple. Great friends, Old Harley-Davidson-Riding Boyfriend, (who came to visit lately and took her for a day of fun), family, pets and God.

Thank you God for everything.

Thanks Giving. It’s a good practice to keep everyday, don’t ya think?

Hot Pink, Fairy Zinnias and Christmas Candy Bar Stockings

Red Gingham

For the love of anything red gingham or Red Gingham Calms Her Like Yoga

It hadn’t turned cold yet. Ms. SpoolTeacher wanted to go out and do some work to make her summer liter-strewn yard look a little more presentable for the clients who show up for mending and alterations.

As often she does, she grabbed whatever “felt” good to her at the moment to wear.

She happened to have on a pair of hot pink tights she’d cut the feet off of (because she can’t stand the pressure of anything bearing on her toes or her feet feeling confined). She had been to church that morning and had started out to wear an ensemble that they accented. She had decided not to wear that outfit, had put long pants on instead and didn’t want to bother to take the pink tights off so wore them under the pants. She didn’t bother to take them off when she got home either so just pulled the red gingham overalls over them. She had on a hot pink long-sleeved T-shirt as well. When her friend showed up later he exclaimed, “Woah, wow…shades of Marilyn Manson, I mean Monroe!”.

Red Gingham bombshell kinds of thingsShe took it as a compliment and went on raking.

She had already previously corralled things into heaps of decaying debris for compost but was letting leaves dry so they would more easily fall from the branches and stems.

Gertis The Mertis Turtle Branches, sticks and debris Branches, sticks and debris, Compost debrisThis day Gertis the Mertis Turtle was helping as much as she could, (following Ms. SpoolTeacher around keeping her company).

She got finished with as much as she could do for that day. Now she needs to turn the compost heaps and add the debris she has corralled and shaken, stomped, rubbed off the branches and stems to what already exists and hope it’s ready for next spring. Leaves haven’t fallen quite yet, so there will be much more to add as fall continues. Most of what she corralled this day was from a giant branch that had fallen from a tree. It fell on the patio roof and was still attached at the crotch til friend came with chainsaw and finished “felling” it. Now she will need to hand saw the bigger branches into firewood size pieces. She has a chainsaw, but likes the exercise and the lack of noise and not using fossil fuel. Simplicity. Doing with the least of things. Minimalism.

Vintage Christmas Stocking Pattern

The last she mentioned in her Gingerbread-aholic post, she was on her way to making some Christmas “candy bar” Stockings. Well, she’s been working on them and isn’t so sure she’s gonna bother to go very far. Sewing is a very laborious task and very hard to ask for enough to make the time spent pay for itself. She’s been ironing the bugs out to start; making a pattern she likes, getting it sized right and curves that please her eyes, testing techniques for adding embellishments and finishing treatments (hiding seams, raw edges and such).

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Which one do you like the best?

She found a vintage item on Etsy and used it as a “model” to sketch her idea.

Vintage Christmas Stocking PatternIt’s a lot more work than she thought and she’s not sure she likes the results. The one from her childhood mentioned in last post was felt, seamed on the outside with pinked edges and glued on glitter in her initial. But she wants so to find a good use for all her millions of fabric sample swatches from Designer days of old.

Her favorite thing is to be out in the sun, digging in the dirt. Maybe she’ll take her sewing outside…maybe not.

Hot Pink Fairy Sister Zinnia

The Hot Pink Zinnia that volunteered in her back yard she thinks was a seed her Fairy Sister flew over from the front yard to under her clothes line and planted to remind her that she isn’t so far away after all. (Her sister passed not long ago). It’s still there after all the ones in the front have expired! Hot pink was her favorite color!

Hot Pink Fairy Zinnias. She loves zinnias. Wasn’t that sweet of her sister to do?


Gingerbread House

(/\ photo belongs to http://www.brianvandenbrink.com/A)

Gingerbread-aholic, that’s what she is. She has a hard time editing. She likes to put lots of detail in anything she does. Especially sewing as it is an opportunity to “apply” (i.e., applique) more of her acquired repertoire of skills, techniques, and abilities.

It shows up in everything she does.


Hand-painted Checkered Floor treatment

Not Your Mothers Smock

Not Your Mothers Smock

Egyptian Cotton Pillowcase Curtain

Egyptian Cotton Pillowcase Curtain

So it’s very hard to believe that she is all about minimalism, scaling down, doing with the least of things, doing with what she already has. The problem there is that she has a lot. A lot, lot, lot. Big Lots! Of course she is “still not 60” and has had a hoarding ability handed down by her mother who threw away/parted with not very much, so she has had lots of time to “collect”.

She thinks that the reason why her house always ends up congested is because that is the comfort she brought from childhood.

When she was little, as has been told here before, she lived in a very small 30 x 30 “cracker-box” (her mother called it) house. As the years progressed and the three little girls grew up, the more they accumulated the more furniture went into a room. She lived there until she was 13 with wall to wall, floor to ceiling stacked furniture, every drawer or cubby filled to the max.

So now as she edits things out and starts to believe she is on her way to minimalism, she realizes she is bored with nothing to look at.

She’s an analyzer. An introvert who likes to think, think, think. She likes to have something to think about and for her eyes to fix on for inspiration of what next to think about.


But she is trying very hard to get to her desired goal of minimalist living. She really wants not to have so much stuff. Indigenous people wonder why industrial societies need so much “cargo”, they call it. And that’s just what it feels like.

But, she still likes gingerbread, the cookies and the look, and little Gingy of course.

“Not the gumdrop buttons!”

So today, she is going to be making some little Christmas Stockings big enough to put just a candy bar in, like what one of her “Room Mothers” made and gave all of the class for a Christmas treat when she was in elementary school. Yes, she still has it. It had a Milky Way bar in it. It made a big, big impression on her little thinking mind. Now all these years later, she will use it as a pattern and try not to Gingerbread-aholic it up too much.

She will be using her stock of fabric sample books for curtain making/upholstery from days gone by when she did that kind of stuff as well as other things from her stash of goodies.

Does she have you waiting With Bated Breath to she what she comes up with?

Check back soon for the results. Or check out her Etsy shop and “Favorite” it to see them as soon as they are posted. (heart)

Update: currently at her shop on Etsy. (get while they are available!)

Christmas,candy bar,stockings,approx 8.5",upcycled,designer, fabric,swatches,trimmed,novelty,glasses case,gift card,candy bar, trinket

click on picture to go to Etsy shop

Fall Here. Not to be Eeyore-ish!

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Raining sometimes just over your house (and only your house) like a cartoon image…


picture link: Click on picture for source

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”, did he actually say that or is that just how Ms. SpoolTeacher remembers it? She got lots and lots and lots of rain this Monsoon Season. She couldn’t catch it all.

Not that that would make one sad. You know Eeyore, though, he seems to like to be sad. Maybe he just needs a little more lovin than most?

Nufty rain water retrieval system gardening

Above is her nifty rainwater retrieval system.

She used everything she could find that didn’t have a hole in it…

Some eventually did. Have holes. Now they are leaf/debris collectors or something to wash something out in and drain on its own without having to turn it over….

Fall Here at Ms. SpoolTeacher's house

Fall Here at Ms. SpoolTeacher’s house

Fall is coming-back-inside (as much as one might dread it).

Even more than spring, it is a time to make home livable so that the cold, sometimes dull days of winter don’t leave you feeling Eeyore-ish.

(It’s time to relearn how to use a camera.) (inside)(or try to get a new one).

Period of Stagnation

There’s one more little Cantaloupe hanging on the vine. This little one was perfect. Tiny, but deliciously sweet and juicy. Ms. SpoolTeacher is saving the seeds!

She’s trying to get to planting clover that she can turn into the soil for nutrition later…Time, it’s such a thief.

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Fall is the shadow of the house falling farther and farther into the raised bed..the marigolds still hang on and look so, so…Orange!

The one last little Cantaloupe dangling (way back about in the middle), actually resting on a stake on the wire mesh fencing it grew up on to.

She did pretty good getting after the weeds and everything she could into compost heaps..or strewn about where she hopes they will “volunteer” next year…

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Zinnias. She loves Zinnias.

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And all the succulents and tenders are creeping closer and closer to the places they can be evacuated in to should a frost appear to threaten.

Little Red-Haired Girl

It all goes by so fast.

Not to be Eeyore-ish!

Eat Don't Eat on Facebook

Ms. SpoolTeacher has started a page on Facebook, Eat Don’t Eat

where she hopes to coagulate all the tornado of advice being whirled at us for what to Eat Don’t Eat? That is the question.

Check it out and give her your 2 sense! (yes she meant to spell it that way).

Happy Face!

That Darned Mouse

Mouse in the houseMs. SpoolTeacher had a mouse tormenting her in her kitchen. She even dragged her one-burner-left stove outside thinking she was dragging Mouse out with it. She saw his/her little beady eyes look out from under the stove as she was dragging it out but she kicked it (the stove) and hoped s/he hopped back up inside…well, not so.

Mouse and his/her little beady eyes had stared her down one day from under the toaster oven sitting on the cabinet beside her while she was typing, and that was it. As soon as eye contact was made, they were simpatico (on the same wave length, agreeable). She told him in her silent mind, “Don’t run across my feet or across my table while I’m typing and I won’t feel the urgency to pummel you with my life-saving plunger weapon.”

So, she found humane traps that could be baited with peanut butter and set them in places she knew Mouse had been or liked to store/hoard pieces of garlic, sunflower seeds, peanuts (of which she will never leave out on counters again).

ss.Mouse.trapShe didn’t think it was gonna work; but one day she heard a funny scraping sound and sure enough, Mouse had fallen for the trap and was anxiously trying to pry down the metal trap door. It was late one night and she didn’t want to go out in slippers and night clothes to find a field to release Mouse in, so she hoped s/he would be okay til morning. She felt horrible about leaving him/her in that little box all night, but outside her kitchen door just wasn’t far enough away to not think s/he would find his/her way back to his favorite haunts.

Next morning, she came out right away to check on Mouse. She picked up the trap, and Mouse moved so that s/he was straddled all fours reaching out to the edges of the box so s/he wouldn’t slide. She took Mouse in-the-box over to Sister’s empty house thinking she would release Mouse to go out into the giant field behind her lot. She slid the cover to the box back and Mouse turned back to look up at her with his/her peanut-butter infused/spiked fur with his/her beady little eyes and said, “I was happy at your house, why are you doing this to me? I thought we were simpatico?”, and ran right over to Sister’s neighbors back yard which was full of hoarded things. A perfect place to hide from their big bad dog.

Ms. SpoolTeacher thinks there is a story brewing about Mouse and his/her adventures. She has way too many things brewing, but it’s fun to think about.

So, Mouse set her in action to revamp her house again. Her sewing room was not a happy place to be anymore because it is her extra (small) bedroom and she had taken EVERYTHING to do with sewing in there. It was overflowing and it was all she could do to make herself sew with it like that.

And, sewing is kinda her thing, (as well as painting odd colors all over her house to see if she likes them).

Mouse made her do itMouse made her do itAnd for some reason, her camera is failing to cooperate now. Time to check her lotto numbers…

So Ms. SpoolTeacher is once again Peripatetic Designing her house to accommodate her ever changing needs. She’s trying to get every little or big thing that isn’t absolutely necessary to her priority agenda-at-hand out, out, out of the house again and into her “holding” garage-that-wants to-be-a-studio. It’s a daunting task, but for the last week, she has had little other (paying) work to do and thinks God in His abundant wisdom arranged it that way so she could spend significant blocks of uninterrupted time putting “her house in order” for the wonderful things He has planned for her to do. She’s sure of it.

Mouse made her do it

She’s made great strides toward making it a guest/sitting room. ss.peripatetic.designer.clutterbusting-abundancemanagement

She’s really hoping That Darned Mouse didn’t leave her a family to contend with….

That Darned Mouse

Okee Dokee, OCDC

OCDC/ Obsessive (Fabric) Collector Designer’s Challenge.

Ms. SpoolTeacher used to be a procrastinator.

“to voluntarily delay an intended course of action despite expecting to be worse off for the delay.”

Actually, she now thinks it wasn’t so much procrastination as that she got bored once she had “caught on” to how to do whatever it was she was trying to learn and she wanted to learn everything! So, she would stash one half-finished project and go on to the next learning curve.

On the other hand many regard procrastination as a useful way of identifying what is important to us personally as it is rare to procrastinate when one truly values the task at hand.

Who knows, but some of the psychological implications fit with her memory of her growth experience early on:

procrastination is strongly connected with lack of self-confidence (e.g., low self-efficacy, or learned helplessness) or disliking the task (e.g., boredom and apathy)…

Psychologist Albert Bandura has defined self-efficacy as one’s belief in one’s ability to succeed in specific situations.

She had to work very hard to become capable of efficaciousness.

Below are three project that are not so much being procrastinated as are being run interference with by actual paid wages for labor, time stealing activity. Plus the projects are all in design mode. Though some would say the inspiration/perspiration factor is at play and only when Ms. SpoolTeacher realizes that perspiration is 90% of the equation and stops procrastinating will the inspiration see it’s fruition. Money being money and essential to staying in house that allows her to create…well you get the picture. She has to do it. Paid labor.

But still. When there are those slots available for perspiration, what does she do? She fights with The Mouse.

Not all time-wasting activities are created equal.

People who occasionally veer off track with inventive, clearly defined diversions before getting to a necessary chore (like working on a crossword for a half hour before writing a speech) may actually be moving closer to their goal, says Rita Emmett, author of The Procrastinator’s Handbook (Walker & Company).

So many distractions in a day…focus, focus, focus. Darn those paid wages. They really mess things up. It’s the fun stuff like chasing The Mouse that clear the cobwebs from her mind and help her find the answers floating around her, uncongealed, under-defined.


One of the above projects is (going to be) the prototype for her “instant success” plan. It doesn’t look like much laying there all folded up looking just like fabric, but you just wait.
Haute Handbags

And then there are the Haute Handbags she started as one that became two..Haute Handbags.that are waiting for the right lining fabrics to surface and inspire Ms. ST to fruition.

Haute Handbags

Wackedy Ann and Andy

click to view available ensembles at Spare Shelf on Etsy

Or the Wackedy Ann and Andy ensembles that are many, waiting for something to be done with them…

Or the cut off pants that are becoming a skirt and lace-up leggings…Used to be

What Used To Be

Or the “Scrappy Designer Pillow” that is being made from things that used to be.

That’s the challenge. Which one to complete. Which one to advance. Which new idea to put these all in another pile and start anew.

It’s a challenge alright.

She thinks she’ll watch this video again while she decides. And then she’ll go to bed because ” I can’t think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow”, Scarlett O’Hara.

Make yourself smile. Watch this ↓

And then this one below to see how the above video was accomplished:
Very cool.

Do you procrastinate/play/put off till you get inspired?

Well Okee Dokee then.

The Mouse Made Her Do It – or She Failed Pepper Class

Bell Pepper

Some things seem like they should be so simple.

For two seasons now, Ms. SpoolTeacher has tried to get Bell Peppers to flourish. Last year she got a few to progress to the end but they acquired soft spots along the way. She managed to nibble around the soft spots (which might have been sunburn?) to at least get some of the fruit of her labor.

This season, she had many seedlings, but not many made it through transplant into the raised bed.

She had one little one that struggled all summer and amounted to one teeny tiny bell drooping on a stem. She thought it was at least pretty enough to bring in and admire laying on her kitchen counter while she contemplated how to do better next year, (that was the least she could do for all the valiant efforts the little plant made to survive).

It laid on the counter for a time until Ms. SpoolTeacher discovered that The Mouse thought well of it too. So she put it in a little vintage plastic pink vase on her shelf in the bathroom with all her pretty vintage-ish perfume bottles.

Vintage Pink Vase with Pepper PlantThe Mouse Liked It Too

You can see The Mouse nibbles on this side.

She hates to kill any living thing unless it scares her to the point of fight-or-flight lack of composure. Then it’s every man or tarantula for him/herself.

Well the mouse got pretty brazen (1. Marked by flagrant and insolent audacity. See Synonyms at shameless.) He crawled to the edge of underneath her toaster oven sitting on the counter next to her while she was typing like now and stuck his big ears out with his little pink nose and beady eyes and said, “Hi, Ms. SpoolTeacher. Catch me if you can!”

Once eye contact was made, there was no chance she could force him in to a spring loaded trap that might or might not kill him. There would have to be a better way. She DuckDuckGo’d it.

She thought she had him cornered and was standing silent with a towel but turned her head a fraction of a second and he scurried over the towel and back into the stove. (The stove only had one working burner and Ms. SpoolTeacher had wanted to rid herself of it anyway).

“I’ll fix you”, Ms. ST thought.

So she went about to shimmy the stove out to the back yard and at least get the mouse on the run, outside…

Elephant and The Mouse

Picture “stolen” from: Nothing Worth Stealing

Shimmy, shimmy. The whole time wondering when she might have to jump up on a chair like an elephant. He did peak his head out from the bottom and she thought he might run back in the house. She banged and banged trying to scare him back up inside. (She has a dolly but didn’t want to leave him long enough to get it, trying to outfox the fox/mouse.)

Well, she got the stove outside and hasn’t seen hide nor turd of him since. It’s lookin guud (as Jim Carey would say).

Now to rearrange the kitchen that was torn up in the process. Gosh what it takes her to get anything done.

The Mouse Made Her Do It. Thank you Mouse.

She failed Pepper Class this year, but look out next year. That’s a pretty brazen statement, don’t ya think?

Learning curves. Yipes!

Accessory to Design LogoSeveral year ago, Ms. SpoolTeacher was trying to be what she had been as an employee, only this time, on her own…being a designer, helping clients with their interior spaces.

Accessory to Design – Interiors “…help to create and bring into being”.

Accessory to Design - Interiors

That didn’t work very well, as where she had moved to didn’t have the economy to support her idea, (she had moved to the boonies), and where there was an economy that would was 50 miles away.

Due Diligence isn’t her strong suit.

So she thought about teaching sewing. Ha! Although she did get a couple of students in her little “Shop Around The Corner” (of Main on Huachuca/wah-chew-ka), Lollipops & Polka Dots.


The dog food/treats did very well, but weren’t very profitable. People love their animals. She carried Petcurian, and other well researched options that fit her mission statement of all things that are round and/or well rounded… up-cycled, recycled, useful, necessary, uplifting, whole.

Dog Food/Treats

It was a variety store. She had it so full of “things that might sell” it made people dizzy.

Sewing Classes, Sewing & Alterations, Sewing Classes, Ms. SpoolTeacher

That wasn’t good. She was doing her due diligence through the school of hard knocks.

Actually people loved her shop but Wally World came in and offered tooooooo big a temptation/the economy of scale. She couldn’t compete. Everything she tried to bring in cost almost as much as it retailed for there. She even had one supplier tell her to “buy it there and mark it up”, (like she was gonna give her enemy their ammunition).

She tried to bring in things her customers would have to drive the 50 miles into a “real city” to get. Things that they didn’t have. Her customers assured her, “We love to go into the city. We can get away for a day.”

Knock, knock. School of hard knocks.

On the flip side of that, people who drove the 50 miles in to her town, for a “get away day” from the big city, opened their wallets without hesitation for whatever they wanted and exclaimed, “Who would have thought there would be a wonderful shop like this way out here in this little Podunk town!”

They might not have said Podunk.

There just weren’t enough of them and after all, her shop was around the corner of the main street and her landlord wouldn’t take her advice to paint the strip all different colors to make heads turn…

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He did paint it after she left and gave everybody new signs, but it was still beige.

Everything is a learning curve. The graphic above took her a gazillion years to produce in Microsoft Paint and it is as crude as it can be, but it was enough to get the idea across, (she never could figure out how to do puppy feet). Her landlord actually was all for it and had a painter lined up, but gave her the command to “see what everybody thinks and get their approval”! Yipes.

She thinks he really had cold feet.

Sure enough, one girl said, “Do I have to be green, it makes me think of hospitals. Couldn’t I be the pink one?”

She had no idea how hard Ms. SpoolTeacher had worked to get the balance she wanted with the colors and what difference if it brought in customers?


Some people have no imagination.

She should have been even more successful with the pet products because she had taken very expensive samples to the pet groomer to hand out for referrals. Didn’t happen. And people who took their pets to groom were always surprised to accidentally stumble in, “I didn’t know you were here!”

Some people.

Right after she left that location, one of the shops on the main street painted their building a baby poop-green and the whole town had an opinion about the color. Made them look though, didn’t it?

Now it’s becoming a Marijuana dispensary and guess what, they painted it beige. Do you think they don’t want to stand out? Think?

Diligence. All in due time.

She trudges on.

Today she found out that you can convert PowerPoint Presentations into videos. Who knew. Learning curves.

So she opened a “free account” and uploaded one she made the several years ago that she thought she might teach sewing as an art form. Ha!

It’s really more about designing.

Well, now all she has to do is re-time it, figure out why some of the pictures didn’t load all the way, why things migrated, figure out how to get it to show up here as a video….

Learning curves. Yipes!

You can see it if you go here (she thinks/hopes). Get some coffee first. It’s a snoozer. Maybe start at the end. There are some cute animal pictures. The end is near. Oh, that was Sunday School talk. Oops.

The end is farther away than you think so if you want to see the whole thing, watch the bar at the bottom.

Pretty cool you can do that, huh? Convert ppt to video.

Anyone know how to spell huh, like when you shrug your shoulders? ↑

(alt +24) = ↑

Hand painted by Ms. SpoolTeacher

Nick of Time

Pumpkin HarvestMs. SpoolTeacher got on the internet and typed in “when to harvest pumpkins“.

And just in the nick of time. The first pumpkin to appear at the beginning of the growing season was the first one she cut off, (sawed), and a worm slunk quickly back into the hole that it had bored (is that the right way to use that word?). Born?

“Oh no! Not after so much work and waiting.”

Not to worry. It was the only one and it had only affected the stem. The other five showed no signs of invasion by the enemy.

She grew the pumpkins for the puppies. She mixes some into their chow to give them less caloric filler-upper and the added benefits. And if it isn’t holiday season, a big can of pumpkin is $4.

Pumpkin for the PuppiesLittle Red-Haired Girl loves, loves, loves to eat, eat, eat and always knows exactly what time of the day it is…breakfast, cookie dookie time or dinner. Gertis The Mertis Turtle has picked up the habit since she has come along to live with them and knows the clock like LRHG now.

Some little cold nose comes along to nudge her leg or wiggle their whole body (LRHG) at the appropriate times, right on cue.

After searching “how to preserve/can pumpkin“, she is disappointed. She has concluded that she will cook and serve them as needed and they will last as long as they last, apparently approximately 2-3 months if “cured” properly.

“Gardening for food security is becoming a full time job”, she thinks. She wishes.

Pumpkin developingShe didn’t have a very good growing season. She thinks it just got too hot, too soon this year.
Maybe better luck next year. Maybe she’ll be back in California!

Dreams can come true.


And speaking of the mouse, she had to DuckDuckGo “how to catch a mouse without killing it” today, because there is one living with her and the girls (LRHG/GTMT) aren’t doing a thing about it. They say, “That’s a job for a cat, and we don’t want one of those either.”

Apparently they like peanut butter (mice-we already know about the girls and peanut butter-did someone say “cookie dookie time”?).

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Apartment Therapy

Back off boogaloo
(Picture from Apartment Therapy. Click pic to link)

She’s not collecting rain water in her kitchen, but you might think so. She has mouse traps (buckets perched where they might like to go/fall into, with peanut butter lures).
Pumpkin is a funny looking word, don’t ya think?